I need to bug people into joining the RP.
So, my tumblr threw a massive tantrum and wouldn’t let me on for aaages. But I’m not sorry about that, that isn’t my fault. What I am, sorry about, however, is the fact that I need to leave you.
Alistair muse and I aren’t getting along in the sense that I don’t care about him anymore, and I can’t write him if I don’t care… So. Yeah. Sorry, but I need to let him go.
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; n; Okay. We’ll miss you, sweetheart.
Well, Zevran does.
My Amell? Not so much. I’m sure she could do that quite easily in fact. My headcanon says, she’s done it before. = v=[/size]
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It makes me unnecessarily happy that we have a Cairn. I don’t care that the timelines don’t line up orz
ooc: What are timelines? Who needs those?
fdajfklkjadkl Nyree ; 3;
xDD If we can ignore the bullshit that happens in Asunder, we can pretend that Cairn, Nyree, and Josmael are in Kirkwall instead. orz
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It makes me unnecessarily happy that we have a Cairn. I don’t care that the timelines don’t line up orz
“Perhaps,” Alistair agreed, the smile still glued to his face as he looked up at Zevran with adoration.
Happily, contentedly, Alistair reached to wrap his arms around the elf on his lap. This was definitely not how he had expected to be happy, but he was definitely not complaining
Zevran simply chuckled then, shaking his head, as he settled there, straddling the other’s lap. He relaxed into the man’s hold, pressing his forehead against the others with a slight smirk.
His hands danced over the other’s chest for a moment then, before finally settled along his collar as he hummed a bit, watching the human, surprisingly silently.
“You’re being oddly quiet.” Alistair commented, cocking his head to the left slightly. He reached one hand up to push a lock of honey blonde hair back from Zevran’s face, and the other to rest on top of the elf’s hand by his collar.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I could say the same to you, except all of the time, my friend. You were once quite the talkative fellow, back in Ferelden. Making jokes too terrible to be repeated, talking about your Grey Warden friends, your days as a templar~ I stood near you in the camp because it always intrigued me, the conversations you would have with our other Warden friend. Now you hardly speak at all.”
Zevran just sort of grinned as he spoke, brow slightly quirked.
“I am thinking of you, of course. Is there any possible alternative, in this situation?” He eyed the other, before still just giving a rather smug little grin, and a shrug, his hand turning to hold the other’s, fingertips rubbing little circles in the man’s knuckles.
Alistair thought about this a moment. It was true, the last ten years had changed him. Although not just the last ten years so much as the battle they had with the arch demon. He’d had to re-evaluate what was important, and stupid jokes and discussions of his past had managed to sort of… Fall off the map. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was spending too much time in the past, and not enough in the present.
“I never know with you.” the Grey Warden murmured, feeling the warmth encircle his hand. “You could be thinking about your time with the crows, for all I know.”
Alistair gazed down at Zevran affectionately, smiling softly. Although he was trying to avoid it, he was struck by how very different his life had become in recent weeks.
Zevran gave a gentle snort in response to the other’s words, his head tilting to the side as he shifted slightly on the other’s lap, allowing himself to become more comfortable there, straddling the warden.
“I can assure you, my friend. The Crows are one of the very last things I would like to be thinking about at this very moment. There are much better things to focus on, you see.”
He gave a gentle smirk at that, playfulness swimming in his eyes as he squeezed the other’s hand.
I do not approve. :|
“Not… Shying away,” Alistair argued — although the tone of his voice was not one usually reserved for arguing — “Just… Surprised.”
For the second time, Alistair was caught off guard with a kiss. But, at the very least, he knew what to expect this time and leaned into it. “I’m strange?” he asked, grinning slightly.
Zevran gave the other a slight roll of his eyes, shaking his head afterwards. “Many things surprise you, it seems. Perhaps that is my purpose in life, hm? To continuously surprise you.” He snickered a bit at that.
Then he grinned right back, pulling the other down for another, half-second kiss, before he replied. “I suppose it might make sense for a strange elf to know when he sees a strange man, yes?” He nudged the other back a bit after that, pushing Alistair to sit on the couch, so Zevran could simply sit on his lap.
“Perhaps,” Alistair agreed, the smile still glued to his face as he looked up at Zevran with adoration.
Happily, contentedly, Alistair reached to wrap his arms around the elf on his lap. This was definitely not how he had expected to be happy, but he was definitely not complaining
Zevran simply chuckled then, shaking his head, as he settled there, straddling the other’s lap. He relaxed into the man’s hold, pressing his forehead against the others with a slight smirk.
His hands danced over the other’s chest for a moment then, before finally settled along his collar as he hummed a bit, watching the human, surprisingly silently.
“You’re being oddly quiet.” Alistair commented, cocking his head to the left slightly. He reached one hand up to push a lock of honey blonde hair back from Zevran’s face, and the other to rest on top of the elf’s hand by his collar.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I could say the same to you, except all of the time, my friend. You were once quite the talkative fellow, back in Ferelden. Making jokes too terrible to be repeated, talking about your Grey Warden friends, your days as a templar~ I stood near you in the camp because it always intrigued me, the conversations you would have with our other Warden friend. Now you hardly speak at all.”
Zevran just sort of grinned as he spoke, brow slightly quirked.
“I am thinking of you, of course. Is there any possible alternative, in this situation?” He eyed the other, before still just giving a rather smug little grin, and a shrug, his hand turning to hold the other’s, fingertips rubbing little circles in the man’s knuckles.
“That was… Different.”
Alistair was, as per usual, at a loss for words. Well, at a loss for the right words. He cold talk, and talk, and talk, without actually managing to say anything of substance. He really hoped that this wouldn’t be one of those times.
Alistair felt awkward, it was impossible to not notice Zevran’s incredible closeness. And he had no idea what to say, which left him in an uncomfortable position, to say the least.
He raised a brow at the three words, before simply snorting quietly. “You ask me why I can not say I love you, which, if I did say it, would be drastically different, but when I kiss you slightly differently, you shy away. You, are a strange, strange man, Alistair.” Zevran shook his head slightly at that, leaning up afterwards to steal another quick kiss from the other, as he pressed his body against the other’s more,… now rather teasingly, in all honesty.
“Not… Shying away,” Alistair argued — although the tone of his voice was not one usually reserved for arguing — “Just… Surprised.”
For the second time, Alistair was caught off guard with a kiss. But, at the very least, he knew what to expect this time and leaned into it. “I’m strange?” he asked, grinning slightly.
Zevran gave the other a slight roll of his eyes, shaking his head afterwards. “Many things surprise you, it seems. Perhaps that is my purpose in life, hm? To continuously surprise you.” He snickered a bit at that.
Then he grinned right back, pulling the other down for another, half-second kiss, before he replied. “I suppose it might make sense for a strange elf to know when he sees a strange man, yes?” He nudged the other back a bit after that, pushing Alistair to sit on the couch, so Zevran could simply sit on his lap.
“Perhaps,” Alistair agreed, the smile still glued to his face as he looked up at Zevran with adoration.
Happily, contentedly, Alistair reached to wrap his arms around the elf on his lap. This was definitely not how he had expected to be happy, but he was definitely not complaining
Zevran simply chuckled then, shaking his head, as he settled there, straddling the other’s lap. He relaxed into the man’s hold, pressing his forehead against the others with a slight smirk.
His hands danced over the other’s chest for a moment then, before finally settled along his collar as he hummed a bit, watching the human, surprisingly silently.
Ahhh hello visitor~
My name is Zevran, though, my friends call me Zev.
I am the bastard son of a whore, and a... former Antivan Crow,.. Though I would prefer you kept that bit of information to yourself, else I might find myself in quite the little unhappy predicament, agree, no?
Ah, well, Anyway. If you would like to speak to me, please, feel free. If you have more than speaking in mind... again, feel free.
